The Protector

Everyone present at the temple instantly held their breaths at that sentence.

They stared at Sebastian in disbelief.

What could possibly have pushed Sebastian to make such a daring exchange?

He was even willing to give up his fortune in order to beat this mysterious person, or force.

Sebastian continued kneeling as he waited for an answer to come from within the temple.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the rundown wooden door of the temple creaked open.

A man dressed in a suit walked out of the temple. Everyone looked on in shock and fear as the godson of the ex-ruler of the underworld walked toward them.

Even Sebastian looked terrified.

The young man said simply, “Sebastian, please return. My godfather will handle this.”

“What?”

“Thank you, sir!” Sebastian yelled in glee.

He agreed!

That meant the Morris Group was done for.

practically on

in Quebec that he couldn’t get his hands on if he were willing to

news of this man finally returning to society started spreading around

had locked himself away for thirty years, but he was finally

Hampton was

man was willing to show himself once more meant that Quebec was about to go through

forces and families in South

South City gathered along the twisting and turning roads of

Sebastian stood among them.

coming from the

had come down the mountain on

with white hair

was already 80 years old, his steps were

once the ruler of Quebec, Scott

him by ‘sir’ and

like any other esteemed figure, perhaps a well-read professor

him to

Scott’s godson, there were four other people walking next

His skin stretched taut over the angular frame of his skull.

around 2 meters tall and looked like a

head was completely bald. There were six scars

nothing stood out about him. However, he was the

White Guards were an indestructible